Monday, March 9, 2009

timothy liu

Sunday, by Timothy Liu

And when they sat down in the morning

to bowls of cold cereal, each in turn
would notice the blades of a ceiling fan
spinning at the bottom of their spoons,
small enough to swallow, yet no one
ever mentioned it, neither looking up
nor into each other's eyes for fear
of feeding the hunger that held them there.


  1. I love this idea and completely sympathize with your love of sketch book pages.

    It's so real mannnn. haha

  2. Ah.. I'm sorry Timothy... I couldn't figure out how to comment on her actual blog entry.

  3. Hunger can make the most complex organisms forget the simplest details in the final moments.
    Great poem for I love how it creates an particular image I can barely describe.

  4. i can see you having a lot of trees and plants in your backyard :P